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an eerie, halloweenish, &/or generally autumnal
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1. all fandoms welcome
2. prompts should be somehow related to autumn or halloween; 'tis the season!
3. one prompt per comment, prompts should be formatted along the general lines of '[fandom] - [pairing/character] - [prompt]'
4. when you've filled a prompt, leave a link to it in the filled prompts comment thread
5. include a title, if the title muses are being cooperative :)
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Date: 2012-10-08 02:17 pm (UTC)They are not children of golden summer; gilded hair and gilded destinies notwithstanding. Summer is fat and easy. Winter is unprofitable. The middle way, and the middle men: that's a Lannister's place. Because in autumn, all debts are paid: all that living fat off easy pickings, it starts to hit home, starts to bite.
They say a Lannister always pays his debts. True. But a Lannister's debtors always repay too. With interest. Of one sort or another.
Cersei breathes in the air from the north. They say winter is coming, but a Stark always says as much. It has been too long, and she's almost stopped believing in winter, lost the memory of how it will be again. Till now. She breathes again, tasting the scent on the breeze and- yes, there. There is a hint. Of smoke and mist, putrefaction and dark rich rot. Of what comes before winter. Of a season of fruitful richness before white death comes upon them.
Down below her turret solar, Robert's household champs and bustles, completing preparations for the tedious trip to Winterfell. Cersei didn't want to go till this moment, but this breath is changing her mind. She'll go north, with reasonable grace, bear the inconvenience and unsought intimacies of the trip. And, as she returns, she'll bring the breath of autumn with her.
Winter is coming. In time. But before that, it's the Lannister season.
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Date: 2012-10-08 03:43 pm (UTC)Yesss, middle men, harsh but not bleak, lavish but not spoiled, exactly. I love Carsei as the harbinger of autumn, smelling like rotting foliage and sour but beautiful apples.
in conclusion YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE FOREVER and thank you.
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Date: 2012-10-08 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-10-10 03:52 am (UTC)A pleasure to serve.
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Date: 2012-10-13 05:37 pm (UTC)